The witch dangled her scrawny green legs over the moon as she zeroed in on her brother's house.  He had chased away any boyfriend she had.  He had married and now had children and grandchildren.  Why hadn't she been stronger to go against him.  Why should he have what she had always wanted.  She brushed away the tears from her eyes as she reached into her pocket to find the black dust.  She would sprinkle the black glittery dust over his house and curse him with everything she had.  

But something had stopped her.  She peered closer into his front window.  His obese wife was nagging him.  Everything always had to be her way.  They had to live in the neighborhood where she wanted, in an old house that smelled musty and was always in need of repair.   Her brother had always been so religious but had let one of his daughters marry someone from another faith.  Why hadn't he chased her boyfriend away? The witch peered deeper and saw unhappiness within the family, jealousy and alcohol problems.  She laughed and put the black dust back into her pocket as her brother's family was already cursed.  Cursed by fate.  

Now it was time to zero in on her sister's house.   She was anxious to see what she would find there.  She felt the black dust in her pocket and was ready.